So, I don't know if I've said this already but I'll be updating in more frequent short bursts so that you don't have to wait weeks for an update, I hope you enjoy xx
Shit.
That was the only word that could come to mind, rumple really was a manipulative bastard.
So they had gone back in time or something? To protect their child?! None of this made sense. She needed answers. She hated to say this, but she needed Rumplestiltskin.
So, as it turns out- Rumplestiltskin, once you figure out his first riddle, he'll tell you all you need to know.
Still a manipulative bastard though.
Because now, she had an even bigger amount of questions that she had to ask Emma, apparently. Though she couldn't bring herself to even want to think about her, or any future relationship. She was pretty sure the imp must have been lying, because she's never heard of true love strong enough to just BAM make a child, but apparently, Emma and herself were powerful.
Like she didn't know already. It still didn't make sense, what she had seen prophesied. Rumple had told her that it was their child pushing them into this moment because they weren't already connected. So why did it seem like they were doing it to their future selves? It made no sense. So, she decided to see if Gold was lying, because she needed proof. She was going to accept that yes, she wanted Emma. But True Love? She could never have that. It would crash and burn in an eruption of flames and she would be left alone again, not that she wasn't already. So, It was just as she went to leave her car, ready to face many magical books and items in her vault, doing more research for Emma Swan, did she hit the floor, in a pool of blackness encircling her vision.
And yes, yet again her problem, she concluded, was that same blonde sheriff again.
She awoke to a void filled with darkness, it reminded her of the place she imagined she would go to when she died, she thought, for a brief fleeting moment, that perhaps, just quite luckily she had, because even if she never did see Henry again, she had just lost Emma again, and she was hoping to find herself lucky to have died and not have to see the pained look on Emma's face when she would next see her. She knew the rejection she had just harshly dealt was really that. Harsh.
But she decicded not to think on that, because last she checked, she was just heading to her vault, minding her own business, she hadn't been attacked, -no one would ever dare attack an evil queen.- and she hadn't killed herself, she wasn't going to die without seeing Henry. Or at least seeing him in her last hours before death. She knew when he had left, that she wouldn't give up without seeing his smile, even if it was in a faded old photograph. So no, she concluded. She wasn't dead.
And she was only in the one place she could think of,
The dream realm in which she was trapped, apparently by her own future daughter's will, and by Emma's.
But there was no scene to play out before her.
There was no Emma Swan waiting to turn around and smile.
She was alone, in the cold and black and darkness.
And maybe she should be glad that this would be the place she would go to when she dies.
Because she would be lucky to have this emptiness.
She crawls up into a ball because that's what the darkness and cold is forcing her to do, she lies on the ground, cold and alone, because there is no need for her to be proper and sitting and to have her back straight and to be sharp.
Because she would be lucky, if she dies, and this is the small kindness she is granted.
Freedom to cry in this void.
But as she feels she realises, that right now- She hasn't got the freedom to die in this void.
And somehow, for the first time in her life. She's glad.
